A night without stars

is like a body without a soul,

every inch of it is useless

for anything and everything

A half moon can’t light the night

so a soulles body can’t help anyone.

The body should rather destroy itself

and the moon should stop existing

So I tell you, soulles body

I’ll send my angel in black

with my blood full razor

so you can join me in the netherworld.

I wrote this but I can’t think of a title.